My story is much to sad to be toldBut practically everything leaves me totally coldThe only exception I know is the caseWhen Im out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennuiThen I suddenly turn and seeYour fabulous face

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I get no kick from champagneMere alcohol doesnt thrill me at allSo tell me why should it be trueThat I get a kick out of you

Some like the perfume from spainIm sure that if I took even one sniffIt would bore me terrifically tooBut I get a kick out of you

( some like the bop-type refrain )( Im sure that if, I heard even one riff )( it would bore me terrifically too )( but I get a kick out of you )

( some they may go for cocaine )( Im sure that if, I took even one sniff )( it would bore me terrifically too )( but I get a kick out of you )

I get a kick every time I see you standing there before meI get a kick though its clear to see, you obviously do not adore me

I get no kick in a planeFlying too high with some gal in the skyIs my idea of nothing to doBut I get a kick out of you